Anacreontic

Robert Herrick

Born I was to be old,
And for to die here;
After that, in the mould
Long for to lie here.
But before that day comes,
Still I be bousing;
For I know, in the tombs
There's no carousing.

Next 10 Poems

• Robert Herrick : Another
• Robert Herrick : Another ( Here A Pretty Baby Lies )
• Robert Herrick : Another Grace For A Child
• Robert Herrick : Another On Her
• Robert Herrick : Another To The Maids
• Robert Herrick : Another Upon Her Weeping
• Robert Herrick : Anthea's Retractation
• Robert Herrick : Art Above Nature: To Julia
• Robert Herrick : Barley-break; Or, Last In Hell
• Robert Herrick : Be My Mistress Short Or Tall

Previous 10 Poems

• Robert Herrick : An Ode To Sir Clipsby Crew
• Robert Herrick : An Ode To Master Endymion Porter, Upon His Brother's Death
• Robert Herrick : An Ode Of The Birth Of Our Saviour
• Robert Herrick : An Ode Of The Birth Of Our Savior
• Robert Herrick : An Ode For Ben Jonson
• Robert Herrick : An Hymn To The Muses
• Robert Herrick : An Epitaph Upon A Virgin
• Robert Herrick : An Epitaph Upon A Child
• Robert Herrick : Ambition
• Robert Herrick : All Things Decay And Die